Its been a long ass show and running around on stage all night was exhausting but their band had Italian food waiting for them in the back. So obviously Axl was decently excited as he jogged off to the back of the stage quickly. Once he saw his shrimp fettuccine alfredo he quickly snatched the plate from his spot. "I'm so fucking hungry. Plus now I need a damn shower because I'm sweating like a dog." Axl said as he walked over the couch and he plopped down as he began to shovel the fettuccine into his mouth.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly as people continued to attempt to talk to him while he was eating. Can't these idiots see he was trying to eat? Axl continued to swat the fans off and he was left out grumbles and growls. "Can't a man just eat after his own damn show without being bothered?" Axl snapped as he scared a few more fans off with his less than welcoming personality. As he shifted back on the couch he put his feet up on the table. His hand was holding his plate of fettuccine and he was just focusing on shoveling it all down before he got bothered again.